The Thunder Wolves MC - Petal (Book #12)

18

Finch

Everything seemed to be going well. The two of us talked for so long the sun had long gone down. The only light in the clearing was from the moon. Thankfully, it was a clear night, and that was enough light for us to still see well enough. Our conversation slowed over the last ten minutes or so. Petal sat next to me on the blanket with her legs out. Her legs crossed at the ankles. Her arms held her up as she leaned back and looked over the small lake that we sat next to. A soft smile pulled at her lips after a couple of more minutes of silence. Turning her head back to me, her smile grew.

“You think the water would be too cold to swim in?”

Looking away from her and back over the small lake, I shook my head.

“No, the water comes from a natural hot spring.”

Her movement next to me pulled my attention from the water back to her. Her jacket was already off and discarded next to her, and she was now working on removing her boots.

“What are you doing?”

Smiling, she pulled the last boot off and stood up.

“We are going swimming. Come on.”

Stepping away from me, she worked on removing her jeans. Her answer to my question took a few seconds to register what she meant. Even still, I hesitated. There was no way I heard her right. Neither one of us had a swimming suit, and I was pretty sure she didn’t have a bra on under her top. But as I watched her walk closer to the water, she removed the remainder of her clothes. My brain finally caught up with her. I finally moved. Shrugging off my cut, I laid it on the blanket before removing my boots and socks. Standing, I pulled my shirt over my head and let my pants fall. I followed her into the water, leaving my clothes in a pile next to the blanket.

Skinny-dipping wasn’t what I was thinking when I chose this location, but it was sure an added bonus. And let's be honest, the water felt great. Not to mention the view. Though Petal was further out in the water, all that was above water was her shoulders and up, turning her face lit up.

“About time.”

Scoffing, I shook my head. I picked up my pace and moved farther into the water in her direction. Laughing, she waited until I was close enough before splashing me with water. This started a whole thing of the two of us splashing each other. Then it turned into her trying to dunk my head underwater. After her hundredth attempt, I gave in, letting her think she won as she pushed down on my shoulders from behind me. Once I was under, I turned around, grabbed a hold of her, and pulled her under with me. I kept a hold of her as we both came back out of the water. Laughing, she wiped the water off her face, her hands going to my shoulders when she was able to see again. Instead of doing the same for myself, I shook my head, shaking the water off, making her squeal and laugh harder.

In that moment, I really wanted to kiss her again. But I also didn’t want to overstep again and get slapped. I also didn’t want to ruin the moment if she wasn’t feeling the same way. The thought had only just gone through my mind, and it was like she had heard it because she closed the distance between the two of us. Her lips connected with mine. I didn’t waste my chance. Moving one hand off her sides, I ran my fingers into her hair. Tangling them just enough to pull her head back for me to deepen the kiss. In turn, she pulled herself closer to me. Her legs wrapped around my waist.

Too soon she was pulling away, her head falling back as she tried to catch her breath. Keeping my lips on her, I moved down her neck, drawing a moan from her. Using the sound as encouragement, I continued moving down her neck, down along her collarbone. Slowly, her hands moved from my shoulders, up to the sides of my head. Using little effort, she pulled my head away from her as she looked down at me.

“God, you are good with your mouth. I wonder what else you're good at.”

Her words weren’t more than a rushed, whispered breath before her mouth was back on mine. They were so quiet. I am not sure if she actually meant for me to hear them. Let alone say them out loud. But I took them as her permission to go further. Something I was more than willing to do so long as she continued to not say otherwise.

Untangling my hand from her hair, I moved it back down to her side. Adjusting my hold on her by moving both hands around to her ass. Making sure I had a good hold on her, I started making my way out of the water. My goal was the blanket we had been sitting on not too long ago. As I moved, her hands moved from the side of my head back to my shoulders. Wrapping her arms around my neck as she tightens her hold on my waist with her legs, effectively pulling her body even closer to mine. The movement caused my erection to brush against her center, drawing another moan from her. And another as she moved her hips. Tightening my grip on her, I held her in place so she couldn’t continue to move her hips.

Ignoring her sound of frustration for now, I made my way over to the blanket. I was nearly there, and I will be able to take care of her needs. And I didn’t need her bringing me any closer than I already was to my release than I already was. I definitely wasn’t going for premature ejaculate, as if I was a teenage boy whose never had s*x before.